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-𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲-
𝐕𝐨𝐱'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕:
As the day of the Haute Hell fashion show loomed closer, the atmosphere in Velvette's studio grew increasingly charged with anticipation and chaos. Models scurried about in their devilishly divine outfits, Velvette barked orders with military precision, and the air crackled with nervous energy.
Amidst the frenzy, I found myself retreating further into my own world, determined to block out the noise and distractions around me. Valentino's relentless flirting only added to the cacophony, his suggestive comments and playful touches like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch.
I tried to ignore him, to focus solely on the task at hand, but Valentino was like a persistent demon, refusing to be ignored. With each passing moment, his charm wore down my defenses, chipping away at the walls I had built around myself.
"Looking lovely as ever, Vox,"
He purred, flashing me a wicked grin that sent a shiver down my spine.
I shot him a withering glare, my patience wearing thin.
"Save the compliments for the catwalk, Val,"
I retorted, my tone skeptical with irritation.
But Valentino was undeterred, his flirtatious banter like a relentless assault on my senses. "Come on, Vox, don't tell me you're not enjoying the attention,"
He teased, his voice dripping with mischief.
I sighed, trying to keep my composure as I swatted away his advances like a pesky fly.
"I'm trying to focus here, Val,"
I grumbled, though the twinkle in his eye told me he wasn't about to give up that easily.
Meanwhile, Velvette ruled over the chaos with an iron fist, her sharp commands cutting through the noise as she directed the models with precision.
"Stop slouching, darling, and hold your head high!"
She barked at her models, her voice carrying over the din.
But amidst the whirlwind of activity, Valentino and I found ourselves locked in a silent battle of wills, our gazes locked in a silent exchange of desire and frustration. With each passing moment, the tension between us grew more palpable, threatening to ignite into a fiery inferno.
"Valentino, could you please just focus for two goddamn seconds?"
I pleaded, my patience wearing thin as he continued to distract me with his relentless charm.
He grinned, undeterred by my exasperation. "Where's the fun in that, Vox?"
He quipped, his eyes dancing with playful intent as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear.
I couldn't help but laugh, despite myself, as I pushed him away with a playful shove.
"You're fucking impossible, you know that?"
I chuckled, unable to resist the infectious energy that seemed to radiate from him.
But just as I thought things couldn't get any more chaotic, Valentino took things to a whole new level. In a bold move that left me utterly stunned, he suddenly grabbed my ass, causing me to yelp in surprise.
Instantly, he clamped his hand over my mouth, his eyes wide with mischief as he tried to stifle his laughter.
"Oops, my bad,"
He whispered, his voice dripping with mischief as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I tried to regain my composure, my heart pounding in my chest at the unexpected intimacy of the moment. "You're lucky Velvette didn't see that, you sly little bitch..."
I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper as I shot him a warning glare.
But despite my feeble attempt at reprimand, Valentino couldn't resist teasing me further. "Come on, Vox, don't tell me you didn't enjoy all the fun we had last night... God, you were like a stone henge and our pants were on the whole time!"
He teased, his voice low and suggestive.
